Futuristic Escape from Deadwood - Characters - CLOSED

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☣ Escape from Deadwood ☣
Character Applications

Welcome to the apocalypse. You are one of the last living residents of the small town of Deadwood. Who are our unlucky survivors?​

Name:
Image/Description:
Age:
Pre-Apocalypse Occupation:
Backstory:
(Who you were leading into the apocalypse, what you lost, and what keeps you going now.)
Starting Location:
Inventory:​

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Name:
Stark “Noir” Aguillard

Image/Description:

Noir is an unusually tall man reaching the peak height of 216cm. He has dark black hair which was previously long and tied back before he personally cut it short using some old kitchen scissors. His skin is pale, and his eyes as well. He’s fairly thin, but due to his height he does weigh around 136kg, which he ultimately reigns that down to him being ‘overweight’ and is usually a topic of joke among his friends. He’s almost always seen wearing a long black trench-coat that falls just a little under his knees. The belt on his coat usually isn’t tied, and the coat has a few patches from spots where it was torn. He wears dark grey slacks and some worn-out converse he got from some dead guy. He has a hat, but doesn’t wear it often. Along with his accessories, he has a round pair of black shades.

Age:
47

Pre-Apocalypse Occupation:
Noir was previously a detective, wow big surprise. However, surprise, he was also a self-proclaimed assassin.

Backstory:
When Noir was at the young young age of 23, Noir was a detective along with his partner, Vance, who ultimately became his lover. They worked as a pair for a while, but Noir began to distance himself from everybody. This was due to his new self-hired assassination jobs. Noir became more involved in his family background and eventually began slowly picking off ‘bad’ Aguillards or those related to them. Though, Noir had standards and he refused to off children or good people. He kept his cousin, Sariah around. She was a baker and pretty much the female counterpart of Noir himself, becoming best friends with her very quickly.
When Vance first found out about Noir’s work, he was disgusted. However, he didn’t hold it against Noir as Noir was technically doing justice against awful criminals, murderers, horrible people.
In the midst of the apocalypse, Noir lost any friends he made. He lost Sariah, he lost his brother, Dave. He lost Vance. Noir was devastated, and there were multiple occasions where Noir wanted to just give up, where he believed he couldn’t do it anymore. However, Noir got his shit together. He wouldn’t give up now, not ever, not without a fight. This was his life now, and he’s been through so much shit. He didn’t give up then, so why should he give up now? He would do it for himself, for everyone he’s lost. He’d carry on.

Starting Location:
Town Center.

Inventory:
Various knives sashed around his left thigh; which is hidden under his coat, a revolver, and a duffel bag; it’s filled with mostly water, and very little food. He has ammunition for his revolver, which fires 6 shots at a time. He’s currently carrying 19 more shots, and 6 more in his shoes.

 

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Avery Pike

Age: 32

Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: Gas Station Attendant, Boxer

Backstory:
Avery has always been the epitome of the strong and silent type. He spent most of his childhood in and out of foster care with his sister and realized early on that nobody gave a shit what he had to say, he had no way with words. Instead, he learned to communicate with his fists. He’s held down a job as a gas station attendant the last few years, but on Saturday nights he was the champion of Deadwood’s underground boxing scene. When the plague hit Deadwood somehow Avery wasn’t surprised. In a way he felt like the apocalypse was always going to be something he would live to see. That didn’t make it hurt any less when he watched his girlfriend get turned into a braindead cannibal right in front of him. Now, all he can hope for is that his sister somehow survived and that she will meet him at their old hiding place.... and that he can survive getting through a zombie infested town to meet her there.

Starting Location:
Southern Gas Station

Inventory:
<Backpack> 1 can spray paint, 2 zippo lighters, 1 notebook, 2 pens, 6 bottles of water, 4 packages trail mix, 1 bottle aspirin, 1 travel toothpaste.

<Pockets> 1 pocket knife, 1 wallet, 1 pack mint gum, laser pointer.

<Hands> Brass knuckles, crowbar​

 

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Briar Pike


Age: 29

Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: Car Thief

Backstory:
Briar Pike, quite frankly, doesn’t give a shit. But that doesn’t mean she can’t have a good time. Briar has been a thrill seeker since she was a kid, always finding the most inopportune times to cause trouble and talk back. She relishes staring consequence in the face and then spitting on it. Her behavior never made her many friends, but it got her some colorful connections in the black market. For the last 7 years Briar has been working under the table for the sleazy owner of Deadwood Automotive, stealing cars for him to flip and sell on the black market. Unfortunately, after a heist went terribly wrong when her partner started trying to eat her brains on the ride back, Briar decided it was time to leave her job to focus on family. She got the tip off that the world was going sideways fairly early and has been waiting out the last few days in the abandoned mine her and her brother used to play in as kids. She hopes that he’s on his way, but the screaming and fires coming from the town have kept her frozen in place

Starting Location: Abandoned Mine

Inventory:
<Vehicle> 2 gallons water, 2 cases water bottles, 10 packs beef jerky, 10 cans chicken noodle soup, 10 bags dried fruit, 7 boxes 9mm ammo, 1 first aid kit, 1 jumper cables, 1 spare tire, 1 tire jack.

<Pockets> 1 pack menthol cigarettes, 1lighter, 1 Swiss Army knife

<Hands> 1 glockenspiel, hand wraps

<Abandoned Mine> Lanterns, pickaxes, mine carts​

 

[PaleLight]

Name: Darius Abel Williams

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Standing at 5'10" Darius is neither exceptionally short nor tall. He weighs in at 160lbs and due to intense military conditioning, he is muscular and fit. His eyes are a rich dark brown and more often than not, they hold a cold calculating glare to match his stonelike brooding expression. He likes to keep his dark curly hair rather short and his beard neatly shaven though due to recent circumstances he doesn't seem to have the mental capacity to keep up with his appearance.
Age: 27
Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: Marine Corps
Backstory: Darius had just been deployed once again and life was more than well. His wife of one year was pregnant with their first child and he had just finished helping her move into their new home in the South side of Deadwood. The months dragged on as the couple awaited the birth of their child from different ends of the world until finally, it was time for Darius to return home for a few weeks. He would be just in time to welcome his little daughter into the world. As he called his wife on his way home, she warned him of a dangerous virus that had spread like wildfire throughout Deadwood. Fear heavy in his heart for the safety of his little family, Darius rushed home only to find the front door to the home wide open, almost torn off the hinges with no one around. As he checked within his home, the sight that he encountered was one he would never forget. His wife was infected and was in the midst of turning in their own room. After the initial shock, the would be father made the decision to put his wife and their unborn daughter at peace. He isn't entirely sure what keeps him going. Several times he came close to giving up so he could see his wife and daughter once more in the afterlife but he never followed through. He supposes deep down he hopes this is all just a terrible nightmare and somewhere, somehow he'll find his wife and baby daughter waiting for him.
Starting Location: Residential area in the South end of Deadwood
Inventory: Machete, Pistol, Military bag (two bottles of water, two MREs, and 20 bullets)

I made a mood board for him!

 

[frogmilk]

— freddie bradshaw.​

age: 23
former occuption: librarian
starting location: South residential area
inventory:

— kitchen knife​

— questionable first aid kit​

— two half liter bottles of water​

— five cereal bars​

— flask containing whiskey​

— jacket to keep warm during the nights​

backstory:

Freddie was always an intelligent kid, and though she preferred staying home to read, she had plenty of friends. She was by no means popular, but since her social network was pretty big, most people at school knew her. Or knew someone who knew her. She got around, in other words.​

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It wasn't until her parents divorced at age sixteen that things started going down hill for Freddie. Suddenly, she had problems concentrating and her grades started dropping. Staying at home to read was no longer her favourite thing to do and she rather stayed out late with friends and partied. Her older brother Quinton didn't take it much better, though he was able to at least push through his senior year. When she graduated, she decided to stay in Deadwood. Life slowed down for her and she picked up a job at the local library, working on her own material whenever she could.​

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The day the world went to shit, her shift was nearing its end when a group of panicked teenagers bolted through the doors. She threw an annoyed glance their way and noticed one of them had the palest complexion she had ever seen. She thought for sure he was dead, which he was until he wasn't. Chaos ensued and Freddie scrambled to get out through the back door, barely reaching her car in time.​

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She spent the first couple of days just trying to get her bearings locked up in her apartment, trying to get in touch with friends and family, though to little avail. All she wants to do is make sure her family is safe, though her hope for that being the case dwindles by the hour.​

 

[KaiserIncorporated]

Name: Gabriell Daniel Miller
Age: 21
Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: College Student (Computer Engineering)
Starting Location: North Residential Area

Inventory

Item

Quantity

Can of Beans

3

Water Bottles

5

Glock 19

1

9mm Ammo

20

Bowie Knife

1

Tazer

1

Character Biography

Backstory:
Gabriell never knew his mom. She passed away from cancer a year after he was born. Dad was a combat engineer for the Army. Built-up a sizable interest in technology and engineering in him from a young age. Was deployed three times throughout his life, but despite that, they had a really close relationship. His dad was kind of like his best friend in fact. He was a stern man but kind, truly a man to be respected, and in a lot of ways, he was his hero. After Gabriell graduated, his father took a station in Washington. It was rare that they got to meet up in person but they chatted a lot online, and through video chat. To think of it, the only person he ever really talked to was his dad. He didn't make friends easily, he tried joining sports, clubs, and doing afterschool events but never made any lasting connections. He felt like an outcast because he just didn't care about the same things they did. Stuff like Snapchat streaks and Instagram followers meant nothing to him. Instead, preferring the logical rationalism of electrical currents and coding logic.
When the virus hit, it didn't feel real. He got a call from his dad to gas up the car and drive as fast as he could to Washington. He couldn't tell him much of anything really, only that things were about to lean toward a world-ending scenario. At first, figured it was the Chinese, or maybe the Russians finally made a move. Perhaps even another November eleventh was, or had, already gone down. He hadn't even started his car before he saw his neighbor jump through his living room window, stumble to his feet, and get tackled by two small children that began tearing into his flesh. Forcing down the vomit and anxiety building up in him, he quickly began trying to turn the ignition. The engine began to sputter but it refused to spark to life. Computers and robotics were something Gabriell excelled at, but things of a mechanical nature were another matter. He cursed his lack of foresight. Panicked, he grabbed his stuff and rushed back inside their home. He barricaded the door with a bookshelf and began closing all the windows, locking them, and sliding the curtains closed. He ran upstairs and tried repeatedly to reach his father over the phone. It wasn't until after the ninth try that it went through. The signal was spotty at best and near unintelligible at worst. After struggling to explain the situation, all he could make out from his father was for him to stay put, stay safe, and survive. That he would find a way to him, he just had to last. The signal dropped soon afterward.
The air around him began to thicken into a physical substance. The weight of the world bore down on his shoulders as the sounds of screams and sirens rang throughout his room. For the first time, in a very long time, he felt very and truly alone.

 

[Spencypoo]

Name: Trinity Smith
Age:20
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Pre apocalypse occupation: professional baseball player
Backstory: Growing up Trinity is what most would call a "Problem kid." She was constantly kicked out of school and got into countless fights. She didn't have many friends because she was consistently moving from place to place. While she was walking home just to tell her parents about the third fight she had that same week she came across an open field already set up for baseball. She got a bit curious and grabbed a bat that was laid by the stands then threw a dirt-covered ball in the air while swinging at it with her bat. The ball was sent behind a few bushes on the far side of the field and she ran after it but by the time she made it back to the field, the sun seemed to already be setting so she put the ball in her jacket pocket and ran home with the bat still in hand. After that day she returned to the field whenever she could. A few years after finally getting through college she decided to join a baseball team. She took out the first bat she ever played with and started to paint it with galaxy colors, making sure that every detail was perfect. She played with a group of women about her age for a while and realized that one of their next games took place in the same place where she spent most of her childhood so she went to the field where she first discovered her love for baseball then convinced her team to play a game just for fun after the game. Once everyone was in their places the game started. She took a swing and the ball went flying out of her vision. Eventually, the game ended and while everyone went home Trinity went to go find her ball. She went behind the wall of bushes that separated the forest from the field when she started to feel uncomfortable and get an unsettling feeling. She went deeper into the forest still looking for her now missing ball. Just as she was about to give up and go home she heard a noise. A million things went through her mind and she froze in place trying to figure out where it was coming from as her grip on her bat tightened. She suddenly spun around to look behind her as she realized that the sound was coming from right behind her and she swung her bat without hesitation and stepped back to see what she hit. There on the ground as her feet was a young girl with leathery skin and torn clothes seemingly knocked out on the ground. Trinity ran out of the forest and went home shaken and confused.
Starting location: Just outside of the southern residential area
Inventory: Bat, Dagger, water bottle, flashlight, first aid kit

 

[frogmilk]

— quinton bradshaw.​

age: 25
former occupation: waiter
starting location: eastern grocery store
inventory:
— axe
— water bottle
— flashlight
— small pocket knife
— half a package of nuts
backstory:

In contrast to his younger sister, Quinton wasn't quite so social. He had friends, but he could count them on one hand. Just like his sister, though, he was a very bright kid. Somehow he managed to juggle football with straight As, and despite his slip-ups caused by his parents' divorce was able to graduate with the same grades.

Quinton went off to college on a sort of hybrid scholarship, given his good grades and athletic aptitude. He continued to play football in his first year of college, though later decided that it became too much.

After graduating, he kind of fell off the rails. Moved back home to Deadwood. Had no idea what he actually wanted to work with. Sure, he now had a degree, but he had seemingly lost all direction in life. But he had to do something, life isn't free. Through some old high school friends, he ended up working as a waiter at a family-owned restaurant. A dead-end job — in his eyes, at least.

Quinton was on his way to work when he suddenly got jumped by a woman. Her arm was twisted in an unnatural way and flesh was missing from her cheek. It was by a miracle that Quinton was able to push her off him and escape, though he never made it to work that day. Something was going on, obviously, so he went back to his crummy apartment to pick up some of his clothes, and then he drove straight to his childhood home, nowadays only the home of his mother and her new husband.

The scene once he got there was an ungodly sight; on the front lawn lay his step-father, dead, and seeing as the front door was open, he could only assume a similar thing had happened inside. He has nowhere to go other than to find his sister, and if it hadn't been for that he would have ended it on the same day that woman attacked him.

 

[screaming armadillo]

Name: Abigail Winslow

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Spoiler: Face

Around five and a half feet tall and a slender build. Hair was cut before the zombie invasion thank you very much. Dresses as appropriate for the situation as she can with jogging shoes, a tank top beneath a long sleeve and jeans.


Age: 26

Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: She did try a few things, usually pretty menial stuff excluding that summer she worked under a paleontologist, so it is probably more accurate to say nothing.

Backstory: There are certain sensible people who would carry tempered expectations from a girl clumsy enough to lose both her parents at the tender age of seventeen. And you know, for the most part they were totally right about a certain Abigail Winslow. Never really one to show off her parents’, or rather her father’s wealth, the orphaned Winslow seemed pretty content to just sit on inherited fat stacks the rest of her life. Now don’t get her wrong, Abby was pretty shook up over her parents testing gravity by driving off a cliff at sixty miles an hour on a rainy night. But the fact that her dear ole Pop who everybody loved -because a quarter of them worked for him- turned into a real Jekyll when he hit the bottle too hard while her Mother ignored the boogeyman so she could continue demanding the utmost culture from her perfect princess had been leaving a sour taste in Abby’s mouth.

The money certainly helped as well and boy was there plenty of that. Enough for a girl who didn’t need the extravagant lifestyle to satisfy her interests, have a bit of fun and watch her family’s trusty accountant do his magic to keep the high times rollin’. So it didn’t particularly surprise the town when she took off one day, nor did it raise any brows when she returned a number of years later. Happily engaged she settled into a quiet part of town to the south.

Then the zombies moved in.

So one day she comes home a little bewildered by people munching on each other and what does she find? Her fiancée just as dead as he was nude. That was pretty terrible but the fact that there was a pair of also dead and also nude women in her home was the real issue. One naked girl? Yeah okay that could maybe be explained. Two? Now that’s not an accident buddy. So she did the perfectly sensible thing and after somehow managing to lock the three freaks in a bathroom, she grabbed her things before burning the house down. In hindsight she may have overreacted.


Starting Location: Walking along the river on the eastern side of town skipping rocks.

Inventory: Nice hiking bag from the time she went up Mt. Kilimanjaro, some dental floss, tooth brush/paste, flashlight, two mineral waters, pack of dehydrated fruit and three granola bars.

 

[screaming armadillo]

Name: Ethan Bradshaw

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Spoiler: Face

Clear blue eyes, rough hands tested by decades of labor with a voice to match, of average height and dark brown hair just beginning to grey.

Age: 47

Pre-Apocalypse Occupation: Construction foreman

Backstory: Ethan comes from simple roots. He’s the son of smalltime farmers, his father being one of those stereotypical types that never see hospitals until it’s too late, never lets themselves shed a tear unless it’s from laughter or yawning, always seen in a pair of blue jeans and enjoy a good rye as much as a good ball game. His mother being as strong willed as she was devout while also being a pretty mean cook in her own right. Eventually he’d the leave the farm for the big city of Deadwood, big city meaning a town that had a yearly graduating class over twenty. He found work in the mine while it still ran before switching into his current profession, in that time he got married and started his own family.

Somewhere along the way the happy marriage changed. The spark just wasn’t quite what it used to be and in a night of lust with another woman he ruined it all. In a town like Deadwood word gets around quick. Three days later he came home to his things boxed up and the divorce papers on the dining room table. Ethan didn’t try to fight it or make excuses, just did what was right. Freddie and Quint not being home was a blessing even if it was for their own being.

He hasn’t remarried or even entertained the idea since then. Hasn’t been much of a father either with sporadic letters and gifts being the only communication. Like his own dad would do, Ethan has kept it all in while never knowing just how, or if, he could make it up to them. In a way he’s pretty pathetic for needing zombie apocalypse to finally have him the push to see his kids. Yet that singular desire is all he has and what drives him to Deadwood in the very same truck he left it all behind in.


Starting Location: Driving up to the mines to park his truck.

Inventory:
Main stuff- 94’ Ford pickup truck, hatchet, and a shotgun(three shells).
Backpack- Headlamp flashlight, binoculars, a pack of Skittles and a bottle of Gatorade.

 

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